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doromoni · 23 days

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After Lunch Snacks | LN4

Part 2 of Lunch Preferences

Ships : Lando Norris x Personal Chef! Reader , Platonic! Oscar Piastri x Personal Chef! Reader

Genre : Fluff

Summary : Now that you knew Lando’s lunch preferences, it’s time to explore what’s for dessert.

A/N : I delivered on my promise for a part 2! 🫶 @smoothoperator-forever700 @same1995

Part 1.

It was universally acknowledged that Lando Norris had the palette of a 5-year-old. Always opting for the safety and comfort of spring rolls and chicken nuggets.

That is why the whole paddock had been led to a shock when Lando had admitted in an interview that he had been exploring a whole lot more options in terms of food. Why? Because he wanted to make his girlfriend, Y/N L/N happy.

* Fish Tacos

Lando and the other drivers are now gathered for the driver’s parade. The drivers might deny it, but they secretly loved doing this before the races, as this allowed them to catch up on each other’s lives.

“You ate fish? No , I don’t believe you” Carlos’ disbelief was instant — their sushi-eating fiasco immediately came to mind.

“It’s true mate! I ate Fish tacos.” Lando bragged smugly to the Spaniard.

“What’s true?” Max then joined the conversation.

“Lando said that he ate fish” Carlos mimicked what Lando said to the Dutch driver.

“Bullshit, I doubt it” Max sniggered, shaking his head.

“It’s true! Y/N cooked something for date night. “ Lando explained

“Did Y/N shove it down your throat or something?” Max asked skeptically

“WHAT? NO! But I did eat it by mistake …. I ate her meal instead of mine, so in a way it was not intentional ” As Lando continued to yap, the 2 older drivers couldn’t help but laugh. They were right to assume that Lando would not eat fish willingly when he couldn't help it.

“But when you knew that it was fish, you stopped eating? What did Y/N say?” Carlos couldn’t help but ask, finding the situation funny.

“I finished everything, Mate. It was that good! I think I could eat anything Y/N cooks” Lando implored, now a soft smile present on the Brit’s face as he remembered his girlfriend.

“Mate, you’re whipped” Max teased

“ I mean, if your girlfriend is that pretty, caring, funny, and can make stroopwaffles anytime, anywhere — you would be too” Lando rebutted with pride.

* Ube Cake

“Thank you for baking, Y/N. Lily has been craving your ube cake for a while, she’ll be so happy for this!” Oscar said happily, as he dug into his slice of cake. This boy used his girlfriend as an excuse when you know for a fact that he was the one obsessed.

You and Osc are in the McLaren Kitchen, it was just after qualifying and the two McLaren drivers had both done excellently. And when your Aussie friend had begged you to bake the cake that you brought to the f2 paddock before— you really couldn’t say no.

“ Y/N? Babe, are you in the kitchen? “ You suddenly hear your boyfriend’s voice coming at a distance.

“Yup, I’m in the kitchen with Oscar” you hollered back to Lando, as you continued to slice the cake. But stopped when Osc tapped your hand, catching your attention.

“I’ll give you a thousand bucks, Lando won’t eat this when you offer him a slice” Oscar suddenly wagered to you as you saw Lando enter the room.

“You’re on Piastri, be ready to pay up!” You whispered hastily to the Australian. And you quickly schooled your facial expressions.

“Hi babe! Congratulations on qualifying. You did amazing, I’m so proud of you” You beamed up at Lando as he side-hugged you and kissed your forehead.

“Thank you, baby! I love you“ Land cooed at you as he pressed his lips to yours.

“You two are gross, I regret allowing this” Oscar wagged his fork between Yau and Lando in disgust at your display of affection.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, your arms finding their way to Lando’s waist.

“Oh shush it, Ohscah. No cake for you “ you tutted as you tried to pry the sweet treat away from the Australian.

“I'm joking! You and Lando are perfect together. your future babies will be beautiful and then you’ll live perfectly happy lives .” the Younger papaya driver said in haste as he held his cake closer.

“Flattery can only do so much. Piastri “ You said and Lando sneakered.

“Ohh, cake? Why is it purple though? “ Lando asked in both curiosity and a little bit of distrust.

You and Oscar meet eyes and the bet was absolutely on.

“ You want to try a bite, babe? “ You asked your boyfriend, slowly pushing a clean fork and a new slice to his side.

“What is it though?” Lando pressed but was now holding a fork and was closely inspecting the treat.

Oscar not sitting idly, and not wanting to lose 1000 dollars. Egged on Lando’s skepticism.

“You probably wouldn’t even like it. It’s made from potatoes” Oscar said looking so innocently.

You glared at your bestfriend.

“No, it’s not made from potatoes. It’s from the ube yam. I believe it’s from the Philippines. Remember the Adobo and the fried chicken from Jollibee we ate last month, this came from the same country. You tried to persuade the British driver.

“OH! I loved those. Alright, let me have a bite of this” Lando then took the fork and dug in.

“And you owe me a 1000, Oscy - wosky,” You said as you jumped in success.

“What? You bet on me?” Your boyfriend, who had icing all over his mouth asked, both betrayed and attracted by your actions.

“You bet we did, Babe. And I just won a 1000 “ you cheered kissing his cheek.

While Oscar couldn’t care less, he was just eating happily on the side.

* Paddock famous brownies

“I’m sorry , my girlfriend texted. What’s the question again?” Lando smiled broadly to the interviewer.

“Oh? What did she say?” The interviewer perked up at the mention of the british driver’s girlfriend. She had been a paddock favorite eversince she had been feeding everyone who had the pleasure of meeting her.

“She baked her brownies!” Lando cheered

And as he said that several hollers from drivers were heard from behind the camera .

“ Yo, Lando! I want one”

“Hey~ Landino , you promised me a piece last time!”

“Oi Lando , Y/N said that she baked that for us! “

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luveline · 3 months

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what about Steve finding out he’s gonna be a dad for the first time??? or him doting on you while you’re pregnant 🥹

You’re asleep when Steve’s starts kissing you. “Love you,” he’s saying between presses of his lips, the words bouncing off of the side of your nose.

You blink, eyelashes sticky with sleep. Your back aches and couch springs groan as you try to stretch, Steve’s arms locked around you to hold you in place. “What time is it?” you ask. Your voice barely comes out. You try again, “How long have I been sleeping?”

You tip your face back. He’s laid down beside you, smiling, his hair crushed by the cushion under his cheek. You brush it out of his eyes.

“I don’t know,” he says, sounding happy and affectionate at once. “I’ve been home for an hour. We napped.”

You can tell. You feel distinctly relaxed.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Nauseous.”

“Oh no,” he murmurs, pulling you against his chest. His hand slides down to your stomach. “What’s she doing to you?”

For a moment, he talks so gently, with so much love, you assume he’s talking to the baby. But then you realise he’s talking to you, and you melt like soft taffy under a hot sun. “Nothing, really.”

“No?” he asks, hand on the topmost curve of your bump.

“I think I didn’t like lunch. My taste buds are changing or something.”

“I can make you something. I’m an excellent chef.”

“Maybe…” You curl into him as much as you can in the limited space. “In a minute.”

“In a minute,” he repeats, half teasing, half something warmer. He’s turned on his side to give you and your bump enough room, an arm curled underneath you surely dead and the other still resting gently on your stomach. The air between you is warm, almost damp, too hot from napping together but neither of you willing to move away yet.

You get lost in thought. The nice shape of his smile is distracting, especially still lax with the after effect of a good sleep.

“What was your day like?” he asks eventually.

“Just quiet.” You close your eyes and let them sting, tears collecting under your eyelids that you blink away. “I think the baby is making me really tired.”

“Well, you’re making a baby. It’s hard,” he says. “Much easier to begin with.”

You smile rather than laugh, too tired. “Way too easy. How was,” —you yawn wide, eyes watering yet again— “your day?”

“A little less tiring than yours, obviously.”

You rub your nose into his polo shirt. “Every shift is another pair of socks.”

“This one’s worth more than that. A box of diapers for sure. And a couple of days of groceries, I guess.” He kisses your nose messily. “Got your vitamins on the way home.”

“Thank you… Actually, my day was agitating. I have this itch between my shoulders I can’t reach.”

“Yeah?” he’s immediately interested.

“Yeah, would you– yeah, to your– little more…” You drift off as his hand sneaks under your shirt and his nails find the awful evil itch that’s irking you. He knows exactly where to go from the slightest hitch on your breath, and he isn’t cute about it. He likely leaves scratch marks behind. It’s exactly what you needed. “Thank you so much.”

He rubs the scratches with the side of his thumb to cover the pain until it’s faded. “You’re welcome, honey. I’m your guy. Itches, rashes, headaches, weird moles. I’m always gonna be your guy.”

“Until the baby comes along ‘n then you're their guy.”

“I guess so. I think you kind of…” You’re both so tired your conversation comes out slowly, but it comes. “…make that promise when you decide to have one. I’ll be her guy, but that’s not– I’m always gonna be here for you. I’m still gonna be your guy. You’ll have to share me, that’s all.” His nose crinkles with his smile. “I’m not gonna give you half, though. I’ll just have to double my efforts.”

“Really?” you ask. You hadn’t realised you were worried until he mentioned it.

“Duh, babe. Not gonna punish you for something I did to you.”

“This isn’t a punishment.”

His fingers spread over your shoulder, skin on skin. “For sure not. I’m not talking about the baby, I mean me. The way I am. I’m not gonna choose her over you, I’m going to take care of you both.”

His polo is easy to collect and squeeze in your hand as you tip into his chest. “You’ll have to choose her sometimes.”

“So you admit it’s a her?”

“I admit nothing, H.”

“I’m on your side forever,” he promises, noses inclined together, your bump pressed to his abdomen. He’s hugging you like there’s nowhere else in the world to be. “I’m always gonna look after you.” He scratches your skin in emphasis, much kinder and longer strokes of his hand. “Always.”

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pathetic-sapphic · 7 months

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Arcane characters with chef!reader who always cooks for them? 👀👀

Arcane characters with a S/O who cooks for them

VI knows how to cook some basic meals, but most of the time is too lazy to do so. She mostly eats takeout food or goes to Jericho's when she can afford it. Of course, you come to the rescue and she becomes obsessed with your cooking. Will plead with you to make her favorite by doing her signature puppy eyes (it works every time). Likes to help you out or at least keep you company by hugging you from behind and begging you to let her do taste tests. The taste tests are basically useless because she loves anything you make and always says it's perfect. This woman would lowkey eat dirt as long as you're the one who served it to her.

JINX can't cook for the life of her and any kitchen she enters is automatically turned into a fire hazard so please keep an eye on her at all times. She'll be perched up on one of the kitchen counters whenever you're cooking and will ramble about anything and everything, looking at your graceful moves the entire time. Always compliments on how good the food smells and gets really impatient, asking if the food is ready every minute or so. It's a good idea to keep her busy by asking her to set the table or chop some veggies for you, she'll gladly do it (anything to help her trinket!). She loves feeling useful, and having you helps keep her in good health since, before she met you, she had a habit of skipping meals due to being distracted by her work most of the time. Now, that can never happen because Jinx would never pass up an opportunity to eat her beloved trinket's food.

CAITLYN tries, she really does, but cooking is one activity where her precise skills and accuracy completely evade her. It's like all her gracefulness leaves her as soon as she enters the kitchen. She is also quite busy with her work so she really appreciates it when you start packing her lunch every day for her. Thinks it's super sweet and domestic, lowkey giggles sweetly if you include silly and cute little notes in her lunchbox. Gladly helps you by setting up the table and doing the grocery shopping whenever she can, as well as spoiling you with the best cooking equipment and cookbooks that she can afford. Whenever the two of you go out on fancy restaurant dates, it doesn't matter how good the food is, Caitlyn will complain about how it just isn't as good as yours.

EKKO has had to take care of himself since early age so he has some mean cooking tricks and recipes up his sleeve. He is no chef, but still very good! One of his favorite pastimes is cooking with you, because not only does he get to learn new recipes, but he also gets to hang out with his babe! Sure, a food fight may happen here and there, with the two of you getting a little carried away with the flour, but that's what makes it so enjoyable and domestic. Ekko is a quick learner and an excellent company to have around, although he can sometimes pose a bit of a distraction by trying to sneak in kisses and hugs while you're dangerously close to the stove. He just can't help himself whenever he is around you, luckily his reflexes are sharp so you definitely won't get hurt as long as he is by your side. Gives you shoulder kisses from behind whenever you're cooking.

SEVIKA is a surprisingly good cook, it's just that on most days she doesn't have the time nor the energy to do it, especially if it's only for herself. So the cooking is probably up to you most of the time. Not to mention that she also has a bit of a housewife kink so seeing you doing something so domestic and taking such good care of her makes Sevika's heart skip a beat. Another partner who likes hugging you from behind whenever she finds you in the kitchen, nuzzling her nose in your neck and commenting on how good the food smells. Every once in a while, she likes to surprise you with breakfast in bed, just as a little show of appreciation for all that you do for her. Please pack her work lunch in the most disgustingly cute lunchbox you can find, she'll eat it without shame. Anyone who dares laugh at her is getting punched in the face.

With how busy he is all the time, SILCO barely eats let alone cooks. So he is pleasantly surprised when you start bringing cooked meals to his office. He used to consider himself a picky eater but that proves to be false as he would gladly eat literally anything as long as it's made by you. Tries to go home earlier so he can always make it in time to have dinner with you, only to later unwind with a glass of wine and you in his arms. Does the dishes whenever he can, you've already done so much by preparing such a lovely meal, you deserve to rest now. Silco always sings you praises and showers you with compliments for your cooking skills, also sometimes jokes about how he's going to have to buy clothes that are a size bigger if you continue feeding him like this. He actually looks much healthier and has more energy ever since he started eating your food, it's quite endearing to see.

VANDER loves cooking and is an amazing cook himself, always experimenting and trying out new recipes. After all, he and his four kids cannot survive on takeout and scraps alone. So, he learned how to cook once he adopted his children. He is so happy to have a partner with whom he shares this passion and the two of you often cook together. He is a lovely company to have around, working diligently and making pleasant small talk, oftentimes humming one of his favorite songs while chopping veggies or overlooking a boiling pot of soup. Vander sometimes lets the music take over and sweeps you up into his arms, slow dancing with you in the kitchen while a pleasant melody and an even more pleasant smell fills out the room. He is so happy when he sees how much the kids love your cooking as he values their opinion over anyone else's. Vander is at his happiest when sharing a meal with you and the children, all of you sitting happily at the table, chatting and enjoying the delicious food like a wonderful family.

VIKTOR can make an omelette and oatmeal and uh... that's about it. He eats enough (and sometimes not even that) to survive and keep working, barely remembering to eat and drink water properly throughout the day. You were obviously worried out of your mind when you noticed this and started making him warm, homemade meals and bringing them to him. As busy as he is, Viktor can never say no to you or reject anything you try to give him so he gladly gives your cooking a try. It's safe to say that this man is in love, there's a literal spark in his eyes the first time you feed him a hot meal and he makes sure to sing you praises afterward. He is positively in love with your cooking and you make sure he eats at least two cooked meals a day which greatly aids his health. After a month or two, his hollow cheeks don't seem so hollow anymore and he can swear he feels much more refreshed and energetic than he did before. Viktor truly thinks of you as his savior and he knows he owes his life to you for all that you have done for him. No matter what happens, he'll always have you to come home to, to love him and take care of him.

a/n: i wasn't sure which characters you'd like so i decided on these! if there's anyone i missed, feel free to lmk :)

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earthry · 9 months

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Papas and Readers Coexisting (Headcanons)

I love having the ability to just quietly exist in each other’s company, not necessarily talking and not feeling like you have to. Just being together is enough.

sfw, no warnings, fluff and comfort, coexisting quietly with each other

Primo

Quiet time in the garden; sometimes you help him with the weeding or pruning, other times you sit in the shade of a nearby tree with a sketchbook. Though you sketch a lot of the wildlife and plants around you, you always find at least one or two candid sketches of Primo tucked in the corner of every page.

Every so often you’ll feel light pressure and look up to see that Primo has balanced a wildflower of some sort on your knee. Sometimes you catch him before he fully withdraws his hand and he smiles sheepishly at you. Occasionally he’ll tuck the flower behind your ear and press a kiss to the back of your hand.

“It simply reminded me of your smile, my petal. You wear it so beautifully, si?”

Secondo

There’s a couch in his office with soft cushions and a plush throw blanket over the side. There wasn’t one before, but after a few weeks of you sitting in one of the uncomfortable chairs he had one installed. You usually lounge on the couch with a book as Secondo silently works on paperwork or a personal project.

Occasionally you’ll fall asleep and Secondo will look up when there’s a lack of page turning and realize you’ve passed out. He’ll gently take the open book that’s about to fall out of your hand and set it on the side table before covering you with the throw blanket. Before he goes back to his work he always gives your forehead a gentle kiss.

“It’s been a long day, hasn’t it? Sleep well, tesoro. I’ll finish in a couple of hours and join you.”

Terzo

Whether it be breakfast, lunch, or dinner, Terzo prides himself on being an excellent chef. Since retirement he often home-makes all your meals you have together. Lazy mornings spent watching him putter around the kitchen with the radio on, sometimes humming along or doing a little shimmy to the music. You watch from your spot at the kitchen table with a smile, usually with your laptop out catching up on emails and other work.

In the evenings, you sometimes help Terzo with dinner preparations, glancing at the recipe book as you orbit around each other in perfect tandem. Other times you sit at the table not unlike the mornings, working on your laptop again or watching videos on your phone with the sound turned low. Terzo doesn’t mind the extra noise and every so often will waltz over with a spoon for you to taste test for him.

“Too sweet, dolcezza? Give me your thoughts. Oh! Not sweet enough? Mm, if you give me some of your sugar we can change th— ow! Don’t smack me I was complimenting you.”

Copia

You love nothing more than napping with your head in Copia’s lap while he plays his video games, making little noises as he succeeds or fails, the soft sounds of the game volume turned low lulling you to sleep. Sometimes you snuggle together and watch him, other times you’ll be scrolling on your phone quietly with your feet in his lap.

Copia will take his rats out to free roam his room sometimes while the two of you hang out quietly. Some days he works on his music, other days he just likes to play and watch his rats. You often bring your own things to work on but always find yourself looking up every once in a while to see Copia cooing softly to one of his babies.

“Aw look at you, you’re getting quite chubby aren’t you? My little chubby baby, you’re so cute— amore mio, come look! He’s cleaning his face what a polite little guy!”

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etherealyoungk · 1 year

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chef!mingyu part three

// tw: blood // cw: suggestive, kissing, mingyu being an annoying ass but <3 // here's chef!mingyu part one and two, part four // maria literally jail for you for sending these pics to me because they're literally perfect for this part hshs but JAIL

doesn't it suck to have the person you hate on your mind constantly. expect it wasn't exactly hate with mingyu. it was more how you just refused to believe you were attracted to him that made you think about him even more. not to mention you were rivals in business, so you didn't want to do anything stupid.

it's been a few weeks and you as much it pained you to admit, you did wish mingyu stopped by but he hadn't in the last few weeks. and just as you were locking up and about to leave, you see a familiar figure strolling inside your restaurant - mingyu.

"what do you want?", you ask coldly, tired from the long day. "now is that how you greet a friend?", he asks, crossing arms over his chest. you noticed how the shirt he was wearing just hugged his body and arms, showing off his biceps. and he was wearing glasses too. fuck he looked so hot tonight. you cleared your throat before speaking.

"im tired okay, what's up?", you repeat. "just came for dinner", he prompts and you're lost. "sorry what? we're closed", you say. "did someone forget they owe me lunch and dinner? how ungrateful", he says, shaking his head with a scoff. right, you promised him you'd treat him for letting you crash in his place.

"right...what do you want?", you ask. "i want you to cook me something that you love to eat", he asks. "i'll buy you something how's that?", you bargain. "no can do baby. or do you want the whole world to know that you're dying to sleep with me", he asks with a raised brow making you narrow your eyes at him. "you're such an ass", you mumble, purposely nudging your elbow into him as you walk ahead.

you lock up and mingyu would drive you back to your place where you decide to cook your favorite pasta for him. it was simple, easy to make, and super yummy too. mingyu would hang around in the kitchen as you started cooking, and maybe give you some unsolicited decor advice, making you roll your eyes. and you notice how mingyu's hands would just automatically start helping you gather ingredients or things - i guess that what happens when you cook for a living. you'd have to smack his hands off, telling him you'd manage making him pout.

he'll lean back on the other end of the counter as you stand chopping some vegetables and doing some prep for the pasta. "so did your ex pay you a visit again?", mingyu asks, looking at you keenly. "that idiot did come in the morning again, and was asking where you were", you say. "what did you say?", "nothing, just that you had work", you add. "but i don't think he'll come again, hopefully", you add.

"was he good in bed?", mingyu asks, likes it's the most normal question in the world, catching you completely off guard. "excuse me? what kind of question is that?", you say, looking at him. "what, can't i know about your loser ex? i'm guessing he was pretty shit seeing as you've been dying to sleep with me", he adds with a smug smirk. as he pushes his glasses up. "what- firstly i am not dying to sleep with you and secondly i don't see why that actually matters to you", you say, getting annoyed. mingyu did an excellent job getting on your nerves.

"yeah so he was shit in bed", mingyu concludes when you avoid the question. "fuck you mingyu", you say, giving his a side eye. "oh, so you want me to? i'll gladly do it, just ask", he says nonchalantly. "like you're that good in bed either", you mumble to yourself but obviously mingyu heard you.

"is that a challenge baby? do you want me to show you", he asks with a raised brow. "whatever oh my god, just let me cook", you snap back at him, getting your focus back onto prepping for the pasta.

after a few seconds of silence, mingyu speaks up again. "baby if you need help, i'll be more than happy to. it feels awkward just standing here doing nothing", he asks again. "firstly, my name is -", you start, looking up to glance at mingyu. and maybe it was because you looked away for a second or because you were tired, your hand slipped and the knife sliced your finger. "OW", you yell, dropping the knife on the counter as you clutch your finger to your chest.

mingyu would be by your side in an instant. "what happened?", he asks and he gets his answer from the drops of blood on the countertop. "shit", he mutters. he can tell by the way your finger is bleeding that it's deep and bad cut. "where's your first aid kit", he asks urgently. "top shelf on the right", you mumble. he'll clear the countertop, pushing all the ingredients and chopping board to the side to make some space for you. you feel his hands on your waist as he gently hoists you up so you're now sitting on the countertop.

"here, let me see hm", he asks softly. you open your hands and hear him take in a sharp breath. it was pretty bad. you had cut not one, but two fingers and they were pretty deep slices, ouch. he'll wipe your finger with a wet cloth first. then he'll dab the disinfectant on, and you close your eyes because it burned like shit. "oww it hurts", you whine. "let me do it, i can manage mingyu", you huff but he won't let you. "don't - just let me help you".

he'll clean your other cuts and it just burns so bad you end up leaning your forehead on mingyu's shoulder, as he's standing in front of you. he'll gently bandage your fingers and make sure you were all okay. "done, you okay baby?", he asks as you're still leaning your head against him. "hm", you manage to say. you lift your head up but you're still so close to mingyu, you gulp as you look at him. "sorry, i guess i was just tired", you tell softly. "you should have told me, we could have done this another time", he scolds. "i owed you though", you mumble, looking down. and i wanted to spend time with you.

"i'll be okay, it's no big deal", you add and you're hyper-aware of mingyu's hands resting on your thighs as he stares at you. "you're really stubborn you know", he adds making you scoff. "stubborn? me?? have you seen yourself, you're so fucking cocky about everything", you counter. he won't say anything but he did love seeing you all feisty, he thought it was hot. "what can i say, i like being the best in everything i do", he counters, giving you a little smirk.

and you can't take it anymore. you couldn't take his stupid smile and how stupidly attracted you were to him. you couldn't take the tension anymore, so you just grabbed mingyu by the collar of his shirt and pulled him forward, kissing him. he would be caught off guard for a second but he'll smirk into the kiss, kissing you back as he moves his lips against yours. his hand moves up to cup your cheek as your fist where you held the collar of his shirt tightens, feeling giddy with the kiss. you pull away.

"we shouldn't be doing this", you say breathlessly. "give me one good reason why we shouldn't", he responds as he captures your lips again, his other hand going to wrap around your waist, pulling you closer against him. "fuck...because we're rivals and i'm supposed to hate you", you mumble between kisses. "let's just screw that and start over", he says. his hand goes to remove the glasses but you stop him. "don't, i like how they look on you", you say, looking at him as you bite your lip. "oh really? how does it look on me?", he asks, fully knowing the answer but he just wanted to hear it from you. "makes you look so fucking hot", you mumble against his lips, kissing him. he starts to kiss your neck, making you gasp as your eyes flutter close. he leaves a trail of soft kisses on your collarbone. "m-mingyu", you whisper. "hm tell me what you want baby", he groans softly, kissing up to your jawline as you grip his arm. "you're so annoying", is all you can manage to mutter as he kisses you again, kissing you with such passion making you dizzy.

you don't know how you made it to your bed, as mingyu hovers over you, his shirt thrown somewhere to the side. but your mind is too fuzzy to care anymore. you look at him, his lips pink and plump from all the kissing and his pupils dilated. his cheeks flushed and his hair falling over his face as he looks down at you. "i'll fuck you so good that the only name you'll remember is mine", he taunts, whispering in your ear before kissing you again, his hands roaming your body as you sigh into the kiss.

and when you wake up in the morning, you're tangled in mingyu's arms. but only this time you remember exactly what happened the night before. you stare at mingyu's face as he sleeps soundly and you wonder what was going to happen now. what were the two of you?

do we want part four?

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im-so-tired-sorry · 1 year

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KiriBaku x gen!reader headcannons <3

A/N: part 2!! still kinda new to writing head cannons so sorry if it feels rushed

CW: flirting, some pet names

Genre: fluff

Word count: 0.9k

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Part 1

if everything is pretty quiet, you’ll visit kiri’s patrol spots and say hi before going off to finish your rounds.

you three go out for dinner when bakugo makes it as #2 hero.

over time, there’s a longing tension between the three of you; eijirou will start to become more clingy (obviously asking if it’s ok first) and katsuki will bring “extra lunch” and spare it to you or eiji cause “i’m in a good mood” every. time.

sharing glances with katsuki whenever you cook together

eijirou’s hands roaming your arms and shoulders, messaging them to help you relax

catching katsuki barely brush his hand against eijirou’s before swiftly pulling away.

more movie nights=more cuddling/falling asleep together.

late night calls with both of them while you just rant and talk about anything

it was eijirou who made the first move at confessing his feelings to both of you; it was during a call the three of you were in. he said it so abruptly that you and katsu almost missed it. it was silent for a bit, but you admitted your feelings for the other two as well, then followed katsuki.

it was like someone released all the air out of a balloon ready to pop, all the feelings came out, every perspective being shared about how you all fell for each other.

the call got so intense you all decided to just meet up at katsuki’s house.

once you saw each other, you just hugged.

it was mainly you and kiri dragging baku into the hug, but at one point, he stopped resisting and wrapped his arms around you both. “idiots <3”

stopping by each others places after your shifts became waaayyy more frequent, so much so you suggested making over night bags to leave at the others’ houses.

now, you don’t even notify that your coming over, you’ll just show up and kats will already have finished making dinner for you. “be grateful i even made enough for you.”

or eiji who will pamper you once you come over. “i’ll start a bath for you, and then we can do take out and a movie!!”

if you’re working late, your boys will send a selfie of them together. “miss you baby<3 stay safe 🦈😡” you immediately put the photo as your wallpaper

waking up for middle of the night calls when one of you has a nightmare

katsuki= master chef

you and eijirou= master taste testers, and there no need for a bias, katsuki’s cooking will always excel

“you already got a sample, you’ll have to wait ‘till we eat.” “but katsukiiiiiiii, it’s sooo good, and i’m so hungry, just one more bite!” “No!”

for a while, your schedules almost never line up, too busy to even visit each other after work. it’s to the point, where you go almost 2 months without proper time to talk to each other without it being over a screen.

but you persevere; you can somewhat cook too, and make lunch for them on your day off and visit them at their agency to drop it off.

your bfs will send flowers bouquets/fruit baskets to your agency

by a miracle, your schedules line up for two consecutive days off the three of you share, and you are not gonna waste it.

you three plan on going to the beach in the morning for breakfast, renting bikes to ride around the city, skip lunch and visit the aquarium, and grab dinner before heading back to katsuki’s for a movie night.

while kats was deciding which movie to put on the queue for movie night, you and eiji rant about how nice cuddling together feels after so long, sharing how you missed seeing each other after shifts. “no man should ever go so long without seeing his beautiful partners.”

you talk about missing cooking for each other and going out together and how today was such a recharge for you all. smaller thing like hugging and kissing were also mentioned.

“god you two, just move in already.”

said so casually, there was an abrupt stillness to the moment

in shocked silence, you and eijirou share a look. “katsuki…”

“it was just an idea! it’s not that big a deal.”

“not that big of a deal?!?!”

“look, it’ll be more convenient for all of us if we all just lived under the same roof. that way we can just come home to each other. plus, this house is too big for me to be by myself…” you notice his blush and the fact that he can’t look at either of you.

you recall on how kats had mentioned before about the house being bigger than what he would prefer, but with money not being an issue (being the #2 hero), he bought the house anyway. secretly, he bought it mainly because you and eiji loved it when he invited you two to visit the open house.

you and eijirou share another look, assurance now replacing previous astonishment

“well?”

…

“i’ll call off this weekend to pack.”

“we have tomorrow off, why wait?”

there’s a tension in the air, but it’s not bad. you look at each other and cant help but feel giddy.

you all break out into smiles and blushes and hugs and kisses and lay on each other and at one point, kats tackles both of you so you’re laying back on the bed.

giggles are shared, more kisses are planted, and you’re all so focused on planning tomorrow’s moving day that you fall asleep without picking a movie.

#bakugo headcanons #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo katuski #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katuski x reader #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha eijiro kirishima #katsuki bakugo #kiribaku x reader #kiribaku x y/n #kirishima headcanon #kiribaku #eijirou x reader #kirishima eijirou #bnha eijirou

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azsazz · 6 months

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Dorian Havilliard and dark academia fit so well together *chefs kiss* who’s your favorite TOG man?

Oooh I love this. Hmmmm Fenrys is my man 💙

So I’ve never written dark academia nor rlly kno what the genre is but hopefully this turned out alright 💙

You dislike Dorian Havilliard very much.

It didn’t matter that he was son to the king or that his royal guard was also a lord himself or that he excelled in his classes or that he made the ugly, pristinely pressed uniform way too good.

It was that sly tongue of his that always got him out of trouble. The teachers loved him, ate up any excuse to get into his good graces. Everyone laughed at his jokes, floundered over his words. Girls fell to his feet at the charming way he spoke to them, flirtatious to the bone.

And he was smart too.

You were nothing like that. Intelligent, yes, but your lips didn’t curve around the words like Dorain’s did. They were his long-time lover, held close and cared for. An ages old love poem, like he’d been an esteemed writer in his past life, the way they flowed so easily for him.

Not for you, no. You could write beautiful sentences, transform letters into works of art, ones that brought tears to the eyes, but it was speaking eloquently that always tripped you up. Sure, you knew how to structure a sentence as good as Dorian, but you lacked the emotion, the power, to really make your words hit true.

So, you hated Dorian. Because surely no one was that good with words.

You saw the way he was sometimes, when people were laughing to each other at one of his jokes. Eyes gone dark, face stoic as he watched them all with a menacing stare. His fingers curled into fists, and he looked completely other. It was like he was something entirely other, instead of that overly charming boy everyone saw him as.

No one noticed except for you.

Chaol followed him around like a dog and the two of them ruled your school. There hadn’t been a single time during the semester you’d seen them apart. They were even in the same classes.

You started watching him more. You had classes with him, and you rivaled each other for top grade, glaring at the other after every assignment turned in, giving the other a cocky smirk at every question answered correctly. He’d noticed you.

Of course, everything Dorian saw was surface level. He didn’t know your background or the fact that you’d been kept here over the summer because your parents couldn’t afford for you to come home. He didn’t know that the lunch special wasn’t really anything special at all. You’d snuck in to watch the cook make it one evening, and decided you’d never eat it again. He didn’t know that late at night you’d sneak out of your rooms and into the library. There was a hidden door in there, tucked away and ominous. You hadn’t found the courage to step in there yet, but you found yourself entertaining the idea for the rest of the summer, as well as with trying to find any more secret passages.

You startle as he steps into your path, blocking the way to your next class.

“Where are you going?”

“To the library.” This was the night, you were going to go into the secret passage and find out what was going on.

The mention of the library made him stiffen. Pupils growing wider, black consuming sapphire. His spine lengthened, growing stiff, and it made him tower over you even further. His jaw set and his fists curled around his books, nearly tearing through the thick covers.

You look around him, frantically searching for Chaol. You don’t understand what’s going on, why he’s changing like this, so suddenly. You were utterly intrigued the first time you saw it, but up close like this, you’re horrified.

He’s no longer Dorian.

“No, you’re not.” His voice is cold, dark, and unlike his own. It makes you want to take a step back, but he follows.

“Yes, I am,” you answer, mustering up all of the courage you can.

“Then I’ll come with you,” it’s not a suggestion, but something in him snaps, breaks the hold on whatever’s made his eyes go black. He blinks once, gaze focusing on you before his stature melts into that of cocky Dorian once more.

“Please,” you narrow your eyes, tracking his every movement. Dorain leans against the wall, staring down at you with that infuriating smirk he always wears. When you move towards the library, he follows, seemingly having remembered your conversation.

So he wasn’t at a complete lack of control, then.

“You’re only coming to flirt with the librarian,” you scoff, rolling your eyes. You don’t want him coming with you, but if he does, you suppose that you can pretend to study until he grows bored and leaves.

Dorain’s grin is wolfish, but still completely unlike the…the beast, you just saw push through. “Why would I flirt with the librarian, when you’re right next to me?”

#dorian havilliard #azsazz #Dorian AU #azsazz AU #ask azsazz

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myadmiringmind · 1 year

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Breakfast | Jace Herondale

Jace Herondale Masterlist

Pairing(s): Reader x Jace Herondale, (mentioned) Magnus Bane x Alec Lightwood

Summary: Your morning are normally all over the place. But there is one constant thing. Or perhaps you should say person.

Warning: Food, kissing, possibly some cursing.

Notes:

|PICTURES ARE NOT MINE|

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The bed was nice and comfortable this particular morning. A little too comfortable. But you don’t think that was because of the bed.

A hand was rubbing up and down your back. Soothing you and relaxing your posture. You don’t think you could’ve cared if a demon had burst through the door at that very moment.

“I was wondering when you would finally wake up.” The blonde said

“The beds comfortable.” You replied in a whisper

“You mean my bed is comfortable.”

You looked around the room in confusion. Sure enough you were in Jaces room.

Your brain scanned for memories of last night.

“What happened?” You asked turning around to face him.

Jace was propped up on his elbow, his face in his palm as he looked down on you.

“We nearly got killed by a demon. We got back to the institute ordered some dinner, you crashed after dinner. Typical night.” Jace shrugged

You nodded, half awake. A yawn left your mouth.

“So,” you began, “what’s for breakfast?”

Jace smiled, an easy, soft smile. Not like the sharp sarcastic ones he often gave others. These smiles were reserved for only when it was the two of you.

“Well, Alec’s at the old warlocks, Izzy went out with fangs, and Clary’s at her the abandoned police station, meeting with some werewolves. Something apparently happened last weekend that we needed to be bothered about so Clary went to check it out. So we could order in or-”

“Should we have sent someone with her?” You asked

“Her dads there of course. Besides, Clary can hold her own.”

You hummed in agreement, Clary might be small but she is one feisty girl. Especially when you beat her at a board game while drunk.

Jace cleared his throat teasingly, “As I was saying we could order something or I could make something.”

You raised your eyebrows, “You can cook?”

“And bake.” Jace added, seemingly not at all offended by his partners words.

“Since when?”

“Since forever. My father wanted me to be very diverse in my skills, that includes culinary arts.” He stopped for a moment, “And how to sing the entire abc’s in fifteen seconds.”

You were going to comment on that but Jace sat up, and you closed your mouth.

“Shall we?” He held out his hand for you

You chuckled and took his hand, “I suppose we shall.”

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The kitchen was reasonably enourmas. With the amount of rooms the institute held it only made for the kitchen to be such a extended space.

Jace let go of your hand and went over the fridge.

When you saw him eyeing the leftovers you spoke up, “I thought you were supposed to be showing off your excellent chef skills.”

Jace looked towards, amused, “I am, but that doesn’t mean I can’t think about lunch in the process.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled none the less.

Jace looked at the fridge, deep in the thought, then he grinned.

You raised your eyebrows, “What’s that look?”

Jace looked at you, “What look?”

You point at him, “That one. It makes me nervous.”

He smirked, “I make you nervous?”

“Wha- You know what I mean.” You said

His smirk didn’t fade, “Of course I do.”

You watched him as he walked to the cabinets and began searching through them.

He glanced back at you, “Make yourself comfortable, darling. Perfection takes time.”

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You lost track of the time. You mostly talked to Jace while he worked. Jace was a good multi-tasker. He told you some old stories (some you were sure he made up) as he continued his work.

Like fighting, Jace moved smoothly throughout the kitchen. Never knocking anything over, or burning himself, or stopping to make sure he had added the right thing into the pan. You were a little jealous.

“Go sit at the table.” Jace said

Twenty minutes later he brought over a tray of food. You felt a bit like royalty in that moment.

The food looked amazing, you had believed him when he said he could cook and bake but you were very pleasantly suprised.

If it looked amazing, it certainly smelled even better.

The tray was full of the kind of food you’d see in a movie. There was a mixture of fruits, fluffy pancakes, a little cup full of syrup, another of chocolate chips. It even had a little cup full of your favorite candy. There was chocolate syrup in another cup.

Jace leaned over you with a whipped cream can in hand and made a little swirl on top of your pancakes. He gave you a kiss on the cheek as well.

You looked up at him, jaw dropped. He only smirked in return, validated by your expression.

“Wow, Jace, this is…amazing.” You said for a lack of a better word.

“I told you.” He said

He took a couple of the mixed fruits from your plate and popped them into his mouth.

You raised an eyebrow at him, but he only took another, keeping eye contact with you the entire time.

“Now,” He pushed the tray towards you, “try it so you can tell me more about how jaw dropping I am.”

“I did not say jaw dropping.” You said

His smirk was still ever so present, “You didn’t have to, darling.”

You cast one more glare towards him before adding what you wanted to your pancakes and taking a bite.

It was really good.

You couldn’t help but moan in delight.

“I take it I am as good a I know I am.” Jace said

“I admit, this really fantastic.” You said

“Fantastic, hm? I like that.” He said, “Since I made it I suppose it’s only fair if I try it, right?”

You shrugged, he had made a lot of food.

You expected him to take the fork and dig into the pancakes, not to pull you into his lap and kiss you.

He swallowed your gasp of suprise, passionately kissing you until you couldn’t remember the taste of the food.

When he pulled back, you were confused.

He looked at you in thought before saying, “My food is fantastic.”

But the look in his eyes told you he didn’t care at all for the food.

His hands that were rested on your hips pulled your lips back to his.

The leftovers from breakfast were put in the fridge for later.

#the mortal instruments #jace herondale #jace herondale fluff #jace herondale x reader #jace lightwood #jace herondale imagine #jace wayland x reader #cassandra clare #jace wayland #jace wayland fluff

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thebirdandthebee · 2 years

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Easy As

A Carmen Berzatto Universe

Vanessa Monaghan is the breath of fresh air that Carmen had been gasping for.

Page 2: Sugar Mama

Vanessa checked her watch as her heels clicked down the street, a Cartier tankard that was a gift from her father for finishing undergrad. The Bear was just closing down between lunch and dinner service, and she was sure she’d be able to catch Carm for a few minutes.

Her meetings had wrapped up early that day, and after sending her employees home to enjoy the beautiful weather, she thought she could swing by and see her favorite chef for just a short while. He’d no doubt be at the restaurant until late, and their schedules hadn’t lined up in a few days.

Late night and early-morning kisses seemed to be the current pattern. He’d schlep over a few nights a week to sleep in her bed and watched as she got ready in the morning. She hoped the two coffees in her hands would sweeten her odds.

Peeking her head inside the glass door, she couldn’t hear much outside of the kitchen, which had The Fratellis playing loudly – a sure sign the crew was cleaning up between shifts.

“Nessie girl!” She was spotted immediately upon pushing through the half door to the back of house.

“Hi Richie,” she greeted with a warm smile.

“Nessie, how come we never see your angelic figure gracing our doors anymore?” Richie asked, pretending to take an arrow to the chest as he ambled toward her.

“I know, work’s got me so busy these days,” she replied, leaning into his side as he squeezed her in a tight hug. Richie was always overly friendly with Vanessa, mostly because he knew it made Carmen’s skin prickle, but also because he found her incredibly attractive.

“Hi Ness!” Sydney called from the other side of the expo.

“Hi Syd,” Vanessa called back. She loved Syd – a lot. Syd cared about Carmen in a way that he really needed at the restaurant and she firmly believed they pushed one another to be the best they could be. That, and Syd was usually the reason Carm would get a few nights off each month.

“Nessie, when you gonna stop it with this corporate bullshit and come join us in the mud, huh?” Richie asked, walking her through the kitchen and further from Carmen’s office.

“Come on, Rich, you know I’m the sugar mama in this relationship,” she winked. It was true, Vanessa made a very comfortable living as the Vice President of Marketing for a well to do firm in the city, but she also came from family money – something she never took for granted. “Someone’s gotta keep my baby in those vintage Levi’s and stocked with Wusthofs,” she joked – she only learned what Wusthofs were after meeting Carmen over a year ago.

“I’m just saying, business is booming, the new spot is burnin’ up the review pages,” Richie shrugged. “Maybe we could use some new marketing, huh?” He asked.

“You know what, you make an excellent point,” she said as they rounded the corner, Carmen’s office door in sight. “Let me bring it up with the big boss and see what he says,” Vanessa winked, hip-checking the office door and only mildly surprising Carmen at his desk. He thought he could hear his staff singing his girlfriend’s praises.

“Miss honey, you’ve been talking to the big boss,” Richie spread his arms. Vanessa wiggled her finger at the tall man just before the door could close behind her.

“Hi baby,” she greeted. Carmen had abandoned the few items on his desk, his chair turned to face her with a smug grin on his face. Vanessa clicked right over, settling herself between his spread legs, perched to the side on one of his thighs. “Coffee?” She offered, holding up the paper cup. Black, just like he preferred.

“How lucky am I?” He asked, taking the cup, but kissing her first. “What’s Richie on about now?” He took a long pull of the hot coffee.

“Wants me to quit my job to come be a topless server,” she replied casually, taking a sip of her caffeine-free tea.

“What?” Carmen’s eyes popped open, Vanessa let out a tinkling laugh.

“Just kidding,” she grinned. God he loved her smile. He nipped at her side with his free hand.

“Finish up early today?” He asked. She crossed her outer leg over the other, leaning fully against his upper body.

“Yes, the weather was too stunning to be at the office,” she sighed. “Wanted my team to go enjoy it for once.”

“What a nice boss lady,” Carmen replied.

“We’re not curing cancer, it’s marketing,” she shrugged. “Soon we’ll be in the hell of winter and cutting out early won’t be nearly as fun.”

“Maybe we can take a trip this winter,” Carmen said, brushing an errant bang away from Vanessa’s face.

“A trip?” She asked, eyes lighting up. In 15 months of dating, the pair had yet to take a trip together and she was dying to get him out of that apron for more than 24 hours. Though she did really love the sight of him in that blue apron. “To where?” She asked, raking a hand through his curls.

He loved when her nails were freshly manicured.

“Somewhere warm? We can drink out of coconuts and get sunburns on our ass?” She suggested excitedly.

“I’d never let you burn those cheeks, baby,” he grinned. She tightened her hold on his hair, tugging his head back just harshly enough to send a warning bell down to his cock.

“Want me to plan something?” She asked, batting her eyelashes at her boyfriend, who, at this time, would do just about anything she asked.

“How about February?” He suggested, “that’s usually about the time I start really hating winter.”

“Valentine’s Day,” she grinned viciously. “I’d just die to be on a beach with you for Valentine’s Day,” Vanessa simpered, running a hand up his chest.

“Book it,” he grinned, blue eyes scanning her stunning face. He loved seeing her happy. “I don’t care if I gotta pay Syd triple, we’re going.” Carmen insisted.

Vanessa tucked her heels under her, dragging her hand back down Carmen’s chest as she stood to her full height.

“I’ll go book the trip,” she said airily. “You enjoy dinner service…” She trailed, “and I’ll send you some pics of which bikinis I plan to bring with me.” Leaning down, she pressed a long kiss to the corner of Carmen’s mouth before collecting her coffee cup and pulling the office door open.

“Bye, chef,” she blew a kiss, the door closing behind her.

Carmen ran his hand down his face before dropping his head back against the chair.

February felt a lifetime away.

#carmen berzatto smut #carmen berzatto #carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x you #carmen berzatto x ofc #the bear hulu #the bear #carmy the bear #carmy smut #carmy fluff #carmy berzatto #carmy x oc

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keanureevesisbae · 2 years

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Summary: August says he's a great cook. August is also a big fat liar.

August Walker x fem!reader

Wordcount: 566

Warnings: None

You’ve been dating August for around a month now and in that month, August had boasted about his cooking skills, claiming he could cook anything you wanted. However, you had yet to see him actually make you something to eat. He always took you out for lunch and dinner, so it was safe to say you did not buy his ‘I’m an excellent cook’-story he had been trying to sell to you.

So, you had come up with a hypothesis:

When one puts ingredients in front of August Walker, he is unable to create something edible and not poisonous from it.

You were well aware this would probably leave a dent in his ego, but he himself was at fault. You got he wanted to make a great impression on you when you were in the pre-relationship phase, but he did not need to lie about it.

The groceries you packed in the crate loudly landed on the counter. ‘What you got there?’ August asked curiously.

‘Ingredients,’ you answered. ‘Since you, my darling August, can cook anything my heart desires, I’d really like for you to cook it. Chicken Alfredo, pretty please.’

Finding one: Pure shock detected in his eyes. Appears uneasy at the idea of cooking.

‘What?’ he asked, after he got over his initial shock.

‘Come on, mister master chef, make me something good. I’ll be in the living room.’ You pressed a kiss on his cheek. ‘Good luck.’ Because you need it you added in your head.

Finding two: The first bandaid is pulled from the emergency kit.

Finding three: The chicken cooked too fast, therefore (assumed because of the distance between the couch and the kitchen) not golden brown.

Finding four: The second bandaid is pulled from the emergency kit.

Finding five: The milk and Parmesan cheese are assumed not to mix well. This is based on the almost offensive odor that is filling the room.

Finding six: The fire alarm works just fine.

Finding seven: A window has now been opened to get rid of the excessive amounts of smoke filling the first floor.

‘Help,’ August said in a desperate tone as he marched into the living room, his hair not so neatly in place anymore. Not much was left of your unfazed boyfriend. ‘I need help.’

You obviously were going to milk this. ‘Why?’ you asked.

‘I can’t cook,’ he then confesses. ‘I lied. I just wanted to impress you, especially when it became obvious you loved food.’

You knew it. ‘Then why didn’t you just come clean?’

‘I was embarrassed.’

‘You do know you can’t take me out for lunch and dinner forever, right? Delay is the beginning of great defeat, my dear August.’

He frowned. ‘You gotta go all wise on me now?’

You let out a chuckle. ‘Well, I now can say that my hypothesis was correct. When one puts ingredients in front of August Walker, he is unable to create something edible and not poisonous from it.’

As you walked to the kitchen, August groaned. ‘You made this nerdy?’

‘Yeah I did,’ you laughed, taking in the mess in the kitchen. Chicken was black. The milk and Parmesan cheese indeed did not mixed well. And poor guy hadn’t even started on the pasta. ‘How about some cooking lessons?’ you suggested. ‘From yours truly. I’ll be a gentle tutor.’

He nodded. ‘Yeah, I definitely need that.’

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puffpasstea · 1 year

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OMGG you can do this whenever you feel like it but I have a request for satellite fluff. Maybe Alice is trying to do something nice and romantic for Harry as a gesture of her love, and maybe it doesn’t go exactly as she planned so she’s all frustrated and Harry comforts her and tells her that she tried her best and he appreciates her anyway??!? 🥹❤️

Hi lovie! Thanks for the request and for asking so politely; you're so nice! I hope you like this one. Please let me know what you think!

Warnings: Fluff, VERY SMALL mentions of smut.

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The sound of a door slamming and Harry’s voice, cursing, “shit,” under his breath startled me out of my slumber.

“Harry?!” I jumped, sitting up instantly.

“I’m so sorry my love.” He tiptoed over to me, his voice just above a whisper. “That was me. I- was tryin’ to get my clothes out of the closet without wakin’ you.”

Harry sat on the edge of the bed, his hand gently squeezing my shoulder as he leaned in to kiss my lips. “It’s still early. Go back to sleep, honey.”

“Hmm.” I agreed. Relieved that everything was alright, I closed my eyes and let him tuck me back safely into the covers. He kissed my forehead sweetly before withdrawing out of the room.

Harry had been overworking himself lately. Though, I think, one thing I quickly learned as soon as we got together, is that he did have a tendency to do that. He always overbooked his schedule; had a hard time saying no to anything; constantly overextended himself. I’ve yet to figure out where this stems from. Perhaps a fear of disappointing fans, or a feeling that he’s lucky to have the job that he does so it’d be ungrateful of him not to take every opportunity that he can, or a mix of both. Whatever the case may be, it was clear he’s been stressed lately. Leaving for work at ungodly hours, and coming home well past midnight, most nights, after I’d already gone to bed.

It was all taking a toll on him, and he showed no signs of slowing down anytime soon.

I’d been there myself, not too long ago, in fact. Last month was midterms season at the college, which meant that my workload had tripled, seemingly out of nowhere. Throughout it all, Harry always found ways to be supportive. Not all of them were obvious, either. For instance, he’d sneak into my office after I’d left for the night and organize my chaos into small piles of “needs grading”, “needs revision,” and “complete.” He'd leave me little messages on post-it notes around the room, for me to find throughout the day. He’d complain that he was “bored” and use it as an excuse to sneak in some time with me and bring me some snacks to make sure I was eating. He’d wash my clothes; cook my meals with enough leftovers to be packed as lunch the next day; beg me to go out for a walk with him and get some sunshine; bring me flowers…. He even remembered my therapy appointments and set reminders for me to keep on track. When he heard that I was thinking about skipping out on therapy one week because “I just don’t have time for it this week” he forced me to go. Harry excelled at all of this. The supportive boyfriend role came naturally to him. Though all of these gestures would seem to be mostly practical; simply about keeping our life running smoothly and doing chores around the house, picking up slack, they made me feel so loved and cared for. None of these things included him actually saying the words “ I love you,” but I felt as though he had, every time.

It was my turn now. I needed to step up and show him that I love him. But, unlike him, gestures of affection were entirely new to me. I didn’t have a knack for knowing what made people feel loved at any given moment. And, Harry was rich enough to just “throw” money at any inconvenience. No time to do laundry? Send it out. Too busy to find time for grocery shopping and cooking dinner? No worries, just dine out or order in, better yet, call up the personal chef! What do you give someone who already has everything they could ever want, or need? Where does that leave me as a partner?

I couldn’t believe I had stooped this low, but I went online and googled “everyday gestures of love,” almost throwing up in my mouth at how embarrassing this was. While some of the recommendations on the list involved things like “buy their favorite snack” that I didn’t need to do, there were a few ideas that I could get inspired by. Alright. I had some planning to do. I wanted this coming weekend to be the best couple of days that Harry has ever had.

***

Friday night had rolled around, and I was ready to deliver. My plan was to be so ridiculously sweet and romantic with him that, if I were a literal edible sweet, I’d kill him with a sugar overdose. After much contemplation, I decided to make us dinner. Surprising him with all of his favorite things: shrimp pasta, that weird healthy salad he likes, wine, and finishing off with a heart shaped, raspberry-white chocolate cake. It was shaped like a heart. It was chocolatey, it was red, what’s more obnoxiously romantic than that? But that was only the beginning. I dressed up, hiding an elaborate (and frankly quite uncomfortable) little piece of lingerie under my dress. I lit candles, decorated the dining table with flowers, and I waited to surprise Harry as soon as he got home.

What I didn’t expect, however, was just how long I’d have to wait. It was already 7 pm and Harry hadn’t come home yet. I checked my phone to see if he’d called or texted, but I had nothing from him. Perhaps I should text him? But I didn’t want to rush him. This was about being supportive and loving, not impatient and attention-seeking. So, I waited. Then I waited some more. Then, I fell asleep. In my tight dress, makeup, and lingerie. Right on the couch.

It was almost midnight when I heard the shuffling of Harry’s feet as he walked into the room.

“Oh my god, Alice! Did- did we have plans? Did I just completely forget and stand you up? Baby, I’m so, so sorry!!” Harry rushed over to me, grabbing me in his arms. Even in the poorly-lit living room, I saw his heart drop, the dark circles under his eyes, his chapped lips. He was exhausted.

“N-no, no. Harry, calm down.” I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. “We didn’t have any plans.”

“Oh.” His shoulders relaxed instantly. “You’re just dressed up, and….I’ve been so forgetful of everything lately, I just assumed-“

“Relax, Harry. Alright? I- umm. I made us dinner!” I said, springing to my feet. “You just stay right here. I’ll go get you a drink while the food heats up, okay?”

Harry’s lips parted, he was ready to protest. I stuck my finger out, pressing it to his lips. “Hush. Don’t wanna hear it. Just take a breather, okay? I’ll be right back.”

I got the oven started, turned on the stove, and set out the cake. Pouring Harry a drink, I began to feel nervous. Okay, so, the pages online said to be cheery. Ask him about his day. Listen to what he wants to talk about. Give him compliments. Play with his hair. Those are the things that he can’t buy with money. I can do that. Sounds simple enough.

In the living room, Harry looked like he was ready to doze off. I stood over him with his drink in my hand, not sure if he was even awake. Then he stirred.

“H-hey. Sorry, nearly fell asleep.” He smiled, reaching his hand out for the glass I’d brought him. “The lighting in here is making me sleepy.” I was going for romantic but okay.

“I’ll turn the lights on, sorry.” I rushed to the light switches around the walls, turning them on one by one. “Better?” Harry nodded taking a sip of his drink. I shook my nervous off and sat next to him, rubbing his thigh gently as he drank. “S-so, how was your day?” Mentally, I checked “ask about his day” off the list.

“It was fucking torture. Had all these meetings all day, none of which went well. By the time I got to the studio most people had already left, but I didn’t want this day to be an absolute waste so I tried to get some work done, but- it just- it wasn’t happening! I kept pushing through the frustration but- everything I wrote was horrible-“

As Harry went on venting about his day, I tried to focus and be present in the moment, but my mind quickly drifted off to my role in all this. What was I supposed to say? What would he want to hear right now? I asked myself what Harry would say to me if the tables were turned. I tried to remember the tips I’d read online. Before I knew it, I was zoning out and completely missing what he’d said.

“Well, uh, you’re home now. So, that’s all that matters.” I smiled reassuringly and took the glass out of his hand, setting it on the end table. I jumped in his lap. “Just relax, okay?” brushing my fingers through his hair and feeling him relax at the gesture. Yes! Finally, some success. He nodded sluggishly, a hum reverberating in his throat.

“’S nice.” His eyes fluttered shut as he rested his head against the couch cushion, releasing the tension from his shoulders. “Thank you for being here.” He mumbled, smiling up at me. “Kiss me, please?”

What started out as gentle kissing quickly heated up into more steamy territory. Harry’s arms desperately wrapped around me, as if worried I might escape. His tongue pushed against my lips, moaning into my mouth. Eventually, his hips were pushing up against mine, his clothed crotch looking for friction. “A-Alice,” he whined. “I-need- I’m a mess.” He confessed, blushing and hiding his face in my neck. “It’s not gonna take much.” His hips bucking up again, pushing his center against mine. “Please?”

“Been a while, hasn’t it?” I smiled, curling the ends of his hair around my finger.

“Mhm. I’m so, so close. It’s actually quite humiliating, but- ahh,” He gasped as our bodies collided. “Please? help?”

It’s not that I wanted to be cruel. Not at all. But Harry’s desperate hands squeezing all over my body reminded me of my plan. I’d dressed up for this. Shaved my body head to toe. Cooked. That’s not when the plan says to have sex. Plus, I had the oven going. I was too in my head to register Harry’s trembling, or the fact that my squirming and scrambling to get off his lap had rubbed enough on his groin to give him the most painful and underwhelming ruined orgasm ever. He moaned in pain as I jumped off of him.

“Wait, it’s time to eat!” I rushed into the kitchen, leaving Harry behind to deal with the waves of pain hitting his body.

At dinner, Harry said nothing about the table decor, or the flowers. In fact, when I looked down at his plate, he’d hardly taken a bite.

“I-is everything alright?” I looked at him; he seemed like he was falling asleep right at the table.

“Yeah, mhm. All good.” He smiled, swirling his fork around.

“You’re not eating.”

“No, I am. I promise.”

“What? Does the food not taste good?” I reached over and took a bite out of his plate, seeing if I could taste anything wrong. It seemed fine to me.

“The food’s great! I love that you made my favorite dishes. It’s so sweet of you. You definitely didn’t have to.” Harry forced a smile on his face, consciously squeezing his eyes open.

“What’s the matter then?”

“Well- it’s nothing. I just- I kind of already ate. Just before I got here actually. I…I thought you’d be asleep. Didn’t know you had a whole thing planned. I’m sorry. But I can still eat! It’s fine!”

“Why didn’t you say anything?!!”

“Honey, I tried to. When you said you’d made dinner, I was trying to tell you, but you just got out of the room so fast. It seemed important to you. And…like, you’ve put in all this effort. It’s okay, really. I always have room for pasta!” Harry went to dig his fork into his plate, but I reached over and grabbed it.

“It’s fine, Harry. You don’t have to eat if you’re full. That’s ridiculous. Let’s just go to bed.” It was kind of him to want to do it for me, but it was entirely unnecessary.

“Are you sure? I mean, you made all this food, and-“

“I made it because I thought you’d be hungry when you came home. Cuz I was trying to make sure you ate something. Not because I wanted to force feed you. You’ve eaten! You’re all set. That’s all the matters. That you’re looking out for yourself. Let’s just go.”

Relief washed over his featured as he set down his silverware. “Okay.”

***

At least I had one last trick up my sleeve, though if I weren’t so caught up in trying to make this night work, I might have had the presence of mind to know that saving this trick for another day is perhaps the wiser choice. I unzipped my dress and walked out of the bathroom. Harry had barely taken off his shoes. His feet dangled off the bed as his lower half hung over the edge. He stared up at the ceiling, his eyes already half-closed. Before I could turn back around and put on a robe, he noticed me.

“W-wow. You look- wow.”

His speechlessness made my cheeks flush.

He got off the bed and reached for me.

“No.” I pushed him back down. “Stay right where you are. Let me take care of everything this time.”

“wait, babe- before we-” Harry hissed.

“Don’t worry about it, Harry.”

“I- ah, I need to- I gotta tell you something-“

I unbuttoned his jeans, pulling them down his legs by the hips. Harry grabbed my wrist as I hooked my fingers into the waist band of his boxers. “This is gonna sound- wait-“

I yanked them down in one swift motion. It was more aggressive than sexy. In my head, the assertiveness was meant to be hot. But it certainly didn’t look, or feel, that way.

I saw the wet stain on the front of his boxers and looked up at him with tight lips and eyebrows quirked up.

“It’s not- gosh, it’s not what it looks like, I promise. It’s-“

“Hey, I’m not judging. Like I said earlier, it’s been a while since we’ve….you know. You gotta do what you gotta do sometimes. I just think…I mean, maybe next time pack a spare-“

“W-wait, what? No! God, no! That’s not- what am I? some kind of animal? Jesus, Alice!” Harry blushed, looking away for a moment, then back at me. “This…it just happened earlier. On the couch?”

“What?”

“Yeah…told you it’s embarrassing, but, I don’t know. I got a bit too excited I guess, and, when you left to check on the food…you were a bit rough and…it’s- whatever. I- wanted to go change, but-“

“I did this to you?”

“C-can we not…I don’t know. Can we not talk about it?” He giggled. I’ve always thought of myself as a free and comfortable guy, but- I guess admitting to your girlfriend about prematurely finishing in your pants brings out the worst in a man.” He licked his lips nervously.

“I’m so sorry, Harry- I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. I wanted to make you feel good!”

“I know; I know, baby. It’s okay. It was- god, I mean, this is sexy, huh? It was an accident.” He laughed, reaching for my necklace and fiddling with it anxiously.

“Well, let me make it up to you.” I leaned in to kiss him. Harry pecked my lips quickly and pulled back. “Actually…Could we- maybe not? Not tonight. I’m feeling… im just a bit tired. Just wanna rinse off in the shower and go to sleep.”

“Oh.” I scampered off of him, gently, this time, and helped pull his clothes back on. “Of-course. Yeah…yeah, that’s a good idea.” I was aware that I sounded as though I was trying to convince myself that I was okay with this. “Ummm..” I looked around the room to avoid his eyes. “Let me, just, wash off my makeup and you can go into the bathroom, yeah?”

“Take your time baby.” He gave me a tired smile and rested his head back down onto the bed.

I understood why he’d turned down sex, and I certainly never wanted him to feel uncomfortable saying no, or feel like he had to sleep with me whenever I wanted, but even with all that in mind, I couldn’t help but feel a bit rejected. I took a deep breath and stood frozen in front of the mirror, watching my face for any signs of disappointment. I didn’t want him to feel guilty for having said no. But this was about more than the sex. It was about the fact that this night was looking nothing like I had planned it. All I wanted was to wrap him up in my love and appreciation and make sure he knew that he had a soft place to fall when things got to be too much. Somehow, I’d done the exact opposite. I was a failure as a partner. I mean, what does it say about me if I’m only good at receiving love, not giving it? Doesn’t that put a lot of pressure on the person cursed with having to be with me? I was back at square one. Not knowing how to communicate my love for him.

A sudden, piercing noise snapped my thread of thought in half. I ran out of the bathroom in a panic. “What is that?!”

“It’s…the fire alarm” Harry yelled out over the sirens. “But I haven’t heard it in years.”

Fuck. My stupid cake.

“Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuckkkk.” I rushed downstairs cursing and yelling.

The kitchen and dining area were barely visible behind the black smoke. “SHIT!” I ran into the kitchen and turned the oven off; leaping to open ever window on the floor. My eyes were watering, my lungs filled with smoke, I struggled to breathe.

Moments later, Harry appeared behind me, speaking on the phone. “No, sir. I promise. All is well. Just a cooking accident. Yes, I’m sure. It’s- it’s no big deal. Not at all please don’t bother. We’re okay there’s no reason you should drive out here at this hour. Yes. Thanks. Good night.”

I ran back into the kitchen with oven mitts, pulling out the flame-roasted remains of what was once my romantic gesture. Tears ran down my face and onto the black sludge in the pan.

“What was it in the oven, anyway?” Harry followed me, clueless.

I turned around, holding the cake in my hands and showing it to him. “My black, loveless heart is what it was!” I broke down sobbing.

“Oh, honey….” Harry looked down at the pan and back up at me with pity. “Don’t cry! What is that?”

“Cake! What else would it be, Harry?”

“I don’ know, Matilda, S’ kinda hard t’ tell at this point…” He laughed.

“I’m glad this is funny to you! Go ahead and laugh at my failure!” My screeching had reached fire-alarm levels of high pitched.

“I’m sorry. Okay, you’re right. I shouldn’t be laughing. Ummm, why don’t you set that down so I can give you a hug, hmm?”

I did as he suggested and ran straight into his arms. He pulled me into him, rubbing my back and whispering in my ear. “we’re okay. It’s all good, babe. It’s okay.” We stood there for a while, long after my sobbing had quieted down. “Thank you for my cake, baby.” Harry broke the silence, chuckling. I elbowed him right in the chest but it only made him hug me tighter and laugh harder. “Looks delicious. Really, I can’t wait to dig into it. Jus’ if I may, uh, what…flavor is that supposed to be?”

He managed to make me laugh.

“There she is! Yes, no more crying.” He kissed my cheek.

“I’m so sorry, Harry.”

“Hey, it’s alright.”

“Not it’s not!”

“It’s just a cake, Alice….”

I pulled my body out of his arms and sat at the kitchen table. “N-no it’s not! The cake is a metaphor.”

“I’m sure it is, baby. But- it’s late, and I’m tired. Explain to me?”

“It’s…it’s just the perfect example of my failures tonight. All I wanted was to be romantic! I wanted to cook for you, and love on you, and….” I reached over the kitchen table and handed him a piece of paper.

“Love, intimacy, time…” He read out loud. “What’s this?”

“It’s a list! Of relationship things you can’t buy with money.”

“th-that’s sweet-“

“I wanted to give you those things. All weekend. I did my research. You know, about all the healthy things that romantic people do?”

“R-research?”

“You’re just so good at the lovey-dovey stuff. I always feel so loved and valued whenever you do things for me. I wanted to do the same for you.”

“Babe, you did research for me?”

“I know, it’s pathetic! I’ve just…never done this before. Loved someone like I love you. Nothing ever feels enough, I…wanted you to feel my love for you. Wanted to take care of you like you always take care of me.”

Harry rushed over to me, pressing our lips together firmly. “I love you. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” I whispered against his mouth.

“I’m the luckiest man in the world.” He pulled away and grabbed the chair next to me, moving it closer so he was mere inches away, and sitting down. “Listen to me! No, I mean it. I’m the luckiest man in the world…I’m so glad you were thinking of me. I can see that. Really. All the effort you put in? You made me a heart-shaped cake, for fuck’s sakes!”

“Wanted you to feel loved, to rest, to eat a balanced meal. But I burned your house down.”

“the effort that you put into burning my house down is what matters.” He laughed at his own words, shaking his head. “Baby, listen. I love that you did all this for me, but you don’t have to try this hard. I certainly wouldn’t want you to do things that don’t feel natural to you, just to make me happy. It’s okay, if you’re not into all this over the top stuff. I don’t expect you to suddenly become someone else just cuz we’re dating now. That’s not who I fell in love with anyway.”

“B-but, what about you? Don’t you wish you had someone to spoil you like you always spoil me?”

Harry shook his head. “The way I see it, we don’t both have to need the same things, you know? Like, I only do those things because I know that’s what you need to make your life easier, and to make sure you’re safe. What I need looks different, and that’s okay. I don’t cook for you one night then expect you to cook for me the next one. That’s just not how it works.”

“H-how does it work, then? W-what do you need?”

“You. No, I’m serious. I’m so happy right now, all I wanna do is kiss you. Because you just said you loved me. Twice in the last 5 minutes. You almost never say ‘I love you.’ I always do it first, and then you say ‘I love you, too.’ Hearing it come from you, unprompted? I’m on cloud nine! Would’ve just been happy calling it a night as soon as I came home, and cuddling in bed with you. You’re the person I want to see at the end of the day. Just wanted you to hold me, and to hear about your day, or just talk about mine. Nothin fancy. Just you and me.”

“And I was too caught up with online tips and white chocolate- raspberry cake, and perfect bedroom sex…”

“I LOVE that. I do. Shows me that you love me. Now, every time I’m feelin’ down I can just think about this night and I’ll never have to wonder if I’m enough for you. You’ve given me so much just by trying. I mean, you did research just to make me happy! If that’s not romantic, I don’t know what is.”

“It’s the thought that counts?”

“exactly.”

“Hey, Harry?”

“Yes, darlin’?”

“I love you.”

#harry styles fluff #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles blurb #harry styles writing #harry styles fic #satellite #harry styles x oc

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Good Omens Thoughts (ep1s1) *SPOILERS*

So I finished the first episode of Good Omens.

This- this show.

I love it.

I love the narrator, God. I love that God is a woman. In the start I love how Aziraphale and Crowley are introduced, and and Aziraphale giving Adam and Eve the flaming sword. And when it starts raining Crowley steps closer to Aziraphale and Aziraphale puts his wing over Crowley!!!

"Wouldn't that be funny? If I did the good thing and you did the bad thing?" "*chuckles*...No!" (not verbatim but yeah)

The whole complicated baby switch thing was very clever! The visuals with the cards were a very good touch. This show is so funny I can't watch it in public. The interactions between Crowley and Aziraphale are well written and they make me happy. The differences in morality, their conflicting personalities, their history with each other. Crowley and Aziraphale getting lunch together and then getting drunk is just *chefs kiss* but what the actual fuck was their version of getting sober?? I am infatuated with their hell and the sign "Please do not lick the walls". Crowley's lullaby had no right to be that good cancel that hoe on Twitter. I like how Aziraphale's good advice and Crowley's 'bad' advice balanced out the little Warlock even though he DID turn out to be a lil brat. The hellhound design is magnificent and I like how that scene played out. How the other demon's connect with Crowley through his speaker is an excellent idea. I'm very excited to see Armageddon or how Armageddon is stopped. I will continue watching this show.

Honorary mentions;

Crowley's design. I love his stupid eyes and his stupid tattoo /positive.

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #good omens 1

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artemiseamoon · 1 year

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End of a bumpy road

Will Medina (Mayans Mc) x black! Wife reader

Warnings: injury, getting shot and a long recovery period

An: I know he was on the show for like 2 seconds but I love him. I needed at least two more episodes with him.

💫Arte releases a draft into the void💫

🌙 drafts that are fuller in length will remain that way. I’ll eventually crosspost the ones I want to keep to A03🌙

Getting here wasn’t easy. It took time and patience. You prayed to everything you could, anything that would help Will recover; angels, guardians, the stars, anything.

As you sat by his hospital bed and watched him struggle on the line between life and death, you hoped he’d make a full recovery and come back to you.

The night he was shot, you were supposed to have your weekly movie night. Will was planning to hang with the club til 7, then head home. The last text you got from him stated he did grab some tacos, but not enough to fill up since you were making dinner.

To be honest, you loved the nights he cooked, that man is many things, including an excellent chef. You have some skills too, but being married to him has spoiled you. Sometimes you’d say you were too tired to cook, just so you could kick back and savor his dishes.

But your movie night never came. You were setting up in the living room when the call came, it was Dondo. The phone slipped from your hands and hit the floor.

You know what it means, the man you love wearing a patch. You always knew the risks and that your chances of being a widow were higher than other wives.

Still, he always came back, he always came through the door, you always heard his bike pull up: even with awareness of the risks, you trusted he’d come home.

The first night at the hospital was a nightmare. You couldn’t barely hear what the guys were telling you, everything had an echo, you felt dizzy, the snacks you had while you waited for him churned in your gut.

It took a few days for the news to settle. Will was shot. He was shot by those disgusting excuses for detectives; O Grady and Pollen. They’ve been a thorn in the MCs side since the beginning.

But you couldn’t expend too much energy on those bastards, not now, your only focus was Will.

Then, one day, Will began to improve. The shot shout have been fatal, despite that, he held on and pulled through. He survived.

The moment he fully woke up and spoke, you were instantly brought to tears

You caressed the back of his hand before giving it a little squeeze. You’re tired, bone tired, and can barely keep your eyes open. You’ve pretty much moved into the hospital at this point and your body is begging for a bed. But you’ll stay in stiff chair, for as long as you need.

Just as you started to lift your hand, your heard Will moan and wake. He squeezed your hand back and opened his eyes.

His voice was groggy, unsteady, “hey baby.”

“Thank god!” You stood and hugged him, careful to avoid his bandages, “you came back to me.” You cried.

“Of course I did baby-“ he tried to smile, then coughed and groaned.

“Take it easy,” you held his face, “we can build up to conversation. I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

…

“Damn I miss these fries.” Will grinned then stuffed his mouth with more fries.

Seated across from him, you’ve barely touched your food. You are hungry, but you’re savoring the moment. He’s made a full recovery and over the last few months, life has gone back to normal.

You promise yourself to never take little moments for granted again. And everything with him feels extra special now, like having lunch at your favorite diner.

As he chews his food, you lean over the table and kissed him.

“What was that for? Not that I’m complaining?” He smiled at you, you’ve always loved his smile.

“Just cause.” You reply.

“I’ll take it,” he does the same, leaning over and kissing you back.

Masterlist | Mayans

#Will medina #Mayans Mc #Will medina x wife reader #black reader #actor: Celestino Cornielle #Will medina Mayans #draft dusted off and released

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amplifyme · 8 months

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S3 continues on! These are very scattered, out-of-order thoughts, so be warned~. ;)))

Thus far, I think Nevermore is my favorite of the entire series.

Nevermore: Stellar episode. WOW, it's good. Vincent restlessly driven to the abandoned tower, seeing hope in Elliot Burch's tower (ones like the others he's built), and parrying away Father's priorities so that he can recover his own son. Gabriel and his role as a father, his advice perfectly mapping out the darkness (I assume) Vincent will have to tread to get his son back. Father understanding Vincent's plight but not truly: he had lost Devin completely, taking him for dead rather than missing; so his recommended path holds no weight or merit to Vincent (especially because of the potential outcomes.) The script was a boon this episode; and I was juggling the ability to read ahead a little so that I could more fully appreciate the actors' expressions and also not spoil the next plot point. Joe and Elliot meet again and Joe's not having it. Moreno, Moreno, Moreno: Joe's confrontation (excellent scene), then going after Burch ASAP instead of Joe first (bigger fish, bigger enemy; but I can't help but think he wanted to A. retain his assets and B. had genuine affection for Joe.) Truly every scene with all of these actors is never wasted. DIANA-- the bush and the card and finding the tunnels, and the children alerting Vincent and he staring at her and having to lose another tie to Catherine... uh oh (AND THE SCRIPT NOTES FOR HE AND DIANA IN THIS MOMENT.) I also noticed she and Vincent both repeated the last line "death shall have no dominion" twice (though I can't remember which episode Vincent did that in.) Gabriel's speech. Joe knowing the truth about Moreno and Elliot Burch apologizing to him while Joe flounders and shakes. Joe and Moreno having it out ("there's a principle here"; then Moreno later reflecting the morals Joe got out of his training by reminding Maxwell those weren't the ones he taught.) I noticed Moreno was filmed looking down when updating Gabriel, likely from the cut lunch/dinner scene with Gabriel (but it's kind of funny to think of him kowtowed and not wanting to meet the other man in the eye as well.) The showdown in the carousel... what a significant place to do it-- as you say, layers on layers. Elliot seeing Vincent after he brutally kills Moreno (who, summed up, truly is "what could be worth all this?") and his backup and realizing how all the pieces fit together and still yelling after the humanity in Vincent (his name) to help him. Vincent getting shot twice and grasping at Burch for support and realizing too late his face had been seen and fleeing and collapsing in the tunnels from his wounds while whimpering... great stuff. Diana getting a flash from holding the rose (feeling Catherine's hand prick or the emotion she felt in that moment... or even now with what's happening to Vincent?) And the script nailing home that "empath" undercurrent-- exquisite.

Sidenote: To the people who said S3 is gorier... naaaaaaaaaaahhh, it just has "more" direct stakes and impact. And it really and truly is *chef's kiss*.

Nevermore is just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to excellent storytelling. You have no idea what's coming your way!

Let's get into it down here...

After watching this one, can you see why I adore Elliot? He may be shady at times, but he's got a big heart and he really does want to do the right thing. Vincent chose wisely by going to him.

Gabriel and his role as a father, his advice perfectly mapping out the darkness (I assume) Vincent will have to tread to get his son back.

The advice he gave strikes me as more a look at Gabriel's nihilistic worldview than anything Vincent might have to deal with going forward. He wants this baby because it's Vincent's, because he sees opportunities to mold the child into someone worthy of his idea of greatness, which is to do whatever you have to do to get what you want, to claim victory. All he knows of Vincent at this point is his capacity for violence and rage. Might come in handy to raise a child who shares the same qualities but looks "normal."

Father understanding Vincent's plight but not truly: he had lost Devin completely, taking him for dead rather than missing; so his recommended path holds no weight or merit to Vincent

Which V makes clear to him when he tells him very curtly, "I did not come here for your counsel." And he doesn't exactly care if he gets Father's blessing, either. He's going to do whatever it takes. The subtle similarities between Vincent and Gabriel are very interesting, especially as the season progresses.

I love the all the moments between Joe and Elliott in this ep. because they're so determined to get to the truth and find justice for Cathy, even if it hurts. And Elliot being so protective of Vincent, when the only thing they have in common is their love for Cathy.

I noticed Moreno was filmed looking down when updating Gabriel, likely from the cut lunch/dinner scene with Gabriel (but it's kind of funny to think of him kowtowed and not wanting to meet the other man in the eye as well.)

I love the way that was played, that Moreno can't even look Gabriel in the eye. Gabe is a scary dude.

DIANA-- the bush and the card and finding the tunnels, and the children alerting Vincent and he staring at her and having to lose another tie to Catherine... uh oh (AND THE SCRIPT NOTES FOR HE AND DIANA IN THIS MOMENT.)

Yes! That's why I suggested you read the scripts as you go. Lots of good stuff there.

I also noticed she and Vincent both repeated the last line "death shall have no dominion" twice

Call me crazy, but I think she's already forming an odd sort of psychic connection with him. She must be: why else would she focus on that particular poem and those particular lines from everything else she's gathered as evidence? She may have started out looking for Cathy's killer, but she quickly made finding V a priority - and not because she thinks he did it. She just needs to know who this guy is.

Love the showdown at the carousel and Vincent not hesitating to protect Elliot and the first time Elliott sees him. He looks shocked, of course, but that doesn't stop him from calling after him. I love the parallel of how both Cathy and Vincent seem to bring out the best in the people around them.

Diana getting a flash from holding the rose (feeling Catherine's hand prick or the emotion she felt in that moment... or even now with what's happening to Vincent?)

I'm convinced she felt a foreboding when he was shot. She knew something was wrong. It's so interesting to me that she brought the rose bush home (thanks, GRRM!). You have that moment when she notices there's been a cutting taken from it fairly recently (had to have been Vincent - how many times did he go back to that balcony when Cathy was missing?) and then trimming back the dead growth once she had it home, determined to bring it back to life.

Things I love about Diana - a list by me:

She's most comfortable in ripped up jeans and oversized sweatshirts or sweaters. She wears boots most of the time. She doesn't seem to care if her hair is messy. She sits on the back on Cathy's couch instead of on the cushions. She's independent and can take care of herself. She doesn't wear makeup unless she's on the job, and even then, not always. Her loft is packed with books and plants and is cluttered but not dirty. She actually uses all those pots and pans in her kitchen. She's tenacious and curious and blunt, but she's also kind and compassionate. She feels things deeply. She looks like you could plop her down into the middle of the tunnel community and she'd fit right in.

The next 6 episodes in the arc are phenomenal. I wish I could watch all of them again for the first time. Don't forget: In the Forests of the Night directly after A Time to Heal!

#beauty and the beast 1987 #season 3 #nevermore #discussion

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